Debt

dancing on my own

pairing - todoroki shouto x reader genre: angst word count: 1,257 inspo: calum scott // dancing on my own

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You felt that this entire night had been useless. You hated parties. You hated bars. You hated loud noises. You hated drinking.

No, it was more like you hated how out of place you felt at events like these; how everybody else enjoyed themselves, laughing and dancing, when you couldn’t.

Your friends were long gone at this point. They had dressed you up, spent hours on your makeup and hair. Several days were spent trying to find a dress that suited you. And then, once you spotted him in the club, your friends knew you were ready to go to him. They all left, wishing you good luck, knowing that this was the perfect moment when you could finally talk to him. It was a good plan, and you felt prepared to go through with it. After all, you didn’t go all out like this often, and you felt confident in the outfit that they chose for you.

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marius: [says something]

vyn:

vyn: come here

marius: no

vyn: just come here

marius: no, you’re gonna hit me

Sudden Titles

Warning -> fluff, reader suddenly calls them a title they’ve yet to be given ;) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Scara, Thoma, Zhongli, Xiao | Beidou, Ganyu, Jean, Ningguang, Sucrose 

A-N: this was also a request, funny that I started this WIP a bit ago lol - blame discord shenanigans for this one (we get into some headspaces there often)

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“Listen closely: the only time it’s too late to change yourself is when you’re dead. Until then, you’re simply making excuses or lying to yourself.”

— Unknown (via meineluft)

thoma must be so warmTT

Any tips for panel layout for pacing? I feel like yours really lends itself to the stories u tell.

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did that help

how fortunate it is, to have you.

thoma is inazuma's most eligle bachelor, i mean, he's got everything down- from looks to smarts to housework, there seems to be nothing that phases him. well, there isn't, unless that something is his classmate (and crush of, like, seven years), in which he then finds himself less of a put together barista and a schoolboy in sixth grade again.

thoma x gn! reader. coffee shop! au. thoma's a mess but we love him. ♡s & ↻s appreciated! a/n at the end but this is for @kkayn! happy hols!

“hi! welcome to komo-” when he whirls around, bright, customer-service smile ready to dazzle someone with his wit & charm, he wasn't expecting you to be standing there, basked in the light of a winter afternoon, staring thoughtfully at the menu above his head.

calm down, thoma, it's just y/n- my god, it's y/n! wait- put down the cup before you fucking drop it & make a fool of yourself.

his suddenly shaking and sweaty hands set down the mug he was cleaning on the counter with a clink, opting to set his hands against the familiar grooves & dips of the cashier screen instead.

“hi, um, welcome to komore teahouse! how can i help you?”

he flashed you his best grin, although he doesn't really have to try, as he realised his jaw is starting to hurt from how hard he was smiling once he spotted you.

“wow, thoma, i didn't know you worked here. do you run this place by yourself?” you smiled back at him, and he swears the room suddenly got brighter, you can't do this to him- he'll go blind!

so that's why ayaka gasped and suddenly dipped into the backroom, she must've spotted you from outside the window... she's never going to let this one go, thoma.

“i'm the only one out here right now. usually there's other people too.”

he replies, face heating up as you lean forward to get a better look at the menu. when you draw back you watch him fumble with those really gorgeous eyes he could get lost in... focus!

“anyways, i can, uh,” he stammers, attempting to find something to do with his hands. is it too awkward to pick up the mug again? or should i just keep it like this? am i gripping this too hard?

“can i get your coffee? i mean do you want drink? want cup? i-... thirsty?”

you laugh, and he hears wedding bells & angel choirs (even if you are laughing at his expense).

“calm down, thoma, i'm not going to eat you.”

you puff out your cheeks as your eyes scan the menu again, and his heart almost jumps out of his chest, and he's pretty sure you can hear the comical BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP of his heart wailing & screaming and doing cartwheels.

“how about that one?” you point at the far right display board, and he can already see the curly script of ayaka's handwriting in his mind.

how does our barista see you? get them to choose a drink based on how much they like you (or not)!

“the one where i have to choose something?”

you laugh at his horrified expression, “yes, thoma, the one where you have to choose something.”

you lean on the table, hand steepled as you place your chin neatly upon them, eyes fluttering in pretend innocence as you stare up at him.

“how do you see me?”

THINK CAREFULLY, DUMBASS. THIS CAN RUIN YOUR RELATIONSHIP FOREVER.

“maybe... the chocolate mocha latte?”

ARE YOU STUPID?

he sees your eyes flicker over the board, no doubt trying to figure out what a chocolate mocha latte means. he watches as your face stretches from confusion into a cat-got-the-canary grin.

“maybe?”

“uh, no, you are.”

he flashes you his signature smile- the one grandma coos over and everyone in a five mile radius swoons over. might as well die on this hill.

CHOCOLATE MOCHA LATTE - I WANT YOUR SMILE TO LAST FOREVER.

“well, thoma,” you muse, seemingly unperturbed by his basically-a-love-confession answer, “i'll give you... a caramel expresso.”

a caramel expresso? but that's... he whips his head around to make sure he's not imagining it. but as he suspected, in pristine white chalk looped across the board accompanied with a crude drawing of a coffee cup-

“i love you?” he splutters, surely, you must mean something else-

“i love you too, thoma.”

you laugh as he turns as red his apron, eyes widen as he gapes at you, “how did you know?”

“about your pretty obvious crush? ayaka had enough, so she told me. but i guess i hid my end pretty well,” you cheekily smile at him, and lean forward to press your lips against his cheek, and he splutters, the normally all-competent & head-screwed-on-straight thoma reduced to a simple tomato, and even more adorable, it seems.

“so?” you question, but all you get in return as a series of frantic incoherent noises.

ah, you might've broke him.

hi @kkayn! i was your secret santa for this year. i hope you have a wonderful time with all the gifts you want <33 happy holidays!!! i hope this was to your liking mwah mwah.

you can leave in the morning

[Pairing/s: Kazuha x reader]

Genre: angst

Warning: none

Summary: Kazuha decided to end things with the reader when he became a wanted criminal in Inazuma and plan to flee to Liyue, but before he could leave they asked him to stay for the night.

You can almost hear your heart shatter from the words that slip out from KAZUHA'S lips, your body visibly tremble, your eyes wide open, and your mouth agape from disbelief. Years of shared love and trust along with build up memories plays in your mind like a broken film, and as quickly as the memories came, so does it disappears, pulling yourself back to reality.

"Why?" Is the only words that manage to slip out from your lips, it came out like a whisper in the wind, afraid that if you raise your voice any higher it'll crack.

"I do not wish for you to get drag in to my mess any further-"

"Kazuha, I'm your lover-"

"Were" he retorted but paused at the word he uttered, "you were my lover", he continues with a blank expression on his face.

Even when his face lacks emotions, his eyes speaks millions as it stares right to your own and the only word you could describe what it shows is heartache.

"It's the only way I could keep you safe."

You clench at your kimono whilst trying to stop the tears from falling, you drop your head down and gaze at the floor not wanting Kazuha to see your expression right now.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow at dawn."

"Then, will you stay for the night?"

Kazuha turn to look away, his bangs casting shadows on to his eyes, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I can't."

"Please..." You plead, feeling desperate for him to stay.

"You can leave in the morning, so please stay for the night."

"Alright..."

And when you woke in the morning he was gone.